![]() She felt panic rising, felt her throat constrict and her limbs begin to quiver. Now, they were the color of newly shed blood. For the twenty-six years she'd been alive, her hands had been a honey-toned pink, deepening to golden brown in the summertime. ![]() ![]() She'd known what to expect-she'd seen Reds many times before, of course, on the street and on the vid-but still, she wasn't prepared for the sight of her own changed flesh. They floated above her, as starkly alien as starfish. Then her eyes adjusted, and the illusion faded. For a few seconds, shadowed by her eyelashes and backlit by the hard white light emanating from the ceiling, they appeared black. ![]() She held them in front of her eyes, squinting up at them. Not flushed, not sunburned, but the solid, declarative red of a stop sign. ![]()
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